I cross the road,
Walk down the familiar path
And there to greet me like a long lost friend
Are the Swans, gliding towards me,
They sail in silence
On My Friend, My River.
It is such a long time since the last time,
The time has been hard
With no time to walk by My River’s side,
But I am back
It may even be just the once for a while.
As I walk along by its side
I can feel the smile growing,
And the peace starts to swell
Inside my body and mind.
“Teacher! Teacher!” I hear
As the Great Tit calls through the canopy,
The canopy of sycamore awaiting new buds
As Spring comes upon them, to bring new life,
To bring new life to all Nature.
Overhead I hear the Geese fly noisily
Towards the water,
The sound of their raucous voices
So noisy, so wonderful,
As I walk towards the bridge
The sound of the traffic seems muffled
In comparison.
Then over the traffics growl I hear children,
Children shouting and laughing,
Laughing on their way to school.
The bridge is above me,
Then behind me,
And now I am back with Nature.
The noise receding into the distance,
Leaving just Natures Symphony
Surrounding my being.
The Symphony having a moment of silence,
The silence that surrounds a Buzzard
As its gentle flight takes it above My River.
The silence is broken by the slap of wings
As the Woodpigeon take flight.
I look across the field and see a Magpie,
So beautiful in its white and blue iridescence.
I am pulled back to My River,
I hear and see ducks
Quacking in their flight
Just skimming above its surface.
As I move further into Natures realm
I see a cygnet slowly sliding by
Still exploring its new and wonderful world,
That world of absolute beauty and joy,
That world of which I am now part.
My River at my side,
My Mind clearing for a moment
As I see My river and My Spirit combine,
Both leading me to infinity,
One day I will follow its path to the end,
And be with it forever
I come to the paths end and turn back,
Back towards the life awaiting me,
Back to my love who needs me.
Needs me more and more each day
As she slowly glides into her own world,
The world where her mind is closing,
Closing inside a bubble of her own,
That bubble becoming stronger
And harder for me to penetrate.
I near the end of my walk and see the road
But as I reach the gate a blackbird is beside me,
Looking at me and seeming to say,
“Good bye, come back soon”.
I know that I will be back,
My River awaits me
And is calling me,
To walk again by its side.